Yesterday i left Novi Sad and I arrived, passing through Kikinda, to Jimbolia, first village in Romania. I crossed on a 2vagon train that moved slowly, there was only another passanger. I arrived in jimbolia and a rather surprised policeman asked me lots of questions, as why was i there, why alone, why why why…isn’t this the EU? Aren’t we supposed to be free to go around?
in jimbolia i found an accommodation, the owner proudly displayed Bayern Munich memorabilia and talked about Germany, where he lives. He said he had a room for 1 day, when i asked if i could stay more he replied ” no, no one stays here more than 1day” maybe a misunderstanding, but sounded rather bizarre!
i went around and photographed the countryside and people i met. A shepherd talked to me, mainly in german, and identified himself a magyar…then asked if i have facebook: sheep herding in the era of social networks!
Today i arrived in Sannicolau Mare. The bus that supposedly goes from Jimbolia to Sannocolau Mare doesn’t exist, and i had to take a ride from a guy i stopped in the street asking for a taxi. What can i say…he drove like a lunatic but i survived!
Whilst the border Serbia-Croatia does not present that many differences but mainly historical events war related, the border with Romania is strinkingly different, as Romania is more rural and desolated. There is a huge difference between large cities and rural border areas in Romania, possibly due to the country being so vast.